Sunday, August 19, 2012


I knew you well...
But lines were drawn
And I was left wandering...

Symbolic to my own
(Past tense)

The wind will fall silent
And a sense of me you’ll have…

Rivers and streams
Descended into oceans
Tree roots reached my grave
Not long before it reach your silence

Sometime ago...

This dust became ashes
Covering the hand that covered
My heart...

Not long before it reach your garden

All of everything,
Was in the dark...

All of everything…


Given back the halo
To be sacred enough;

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